I Went to Fish
I went to fish, at a place I know, Where the stream winds languidly to and fro; There a red-bud stood adorned in pink, And greening willows fringed the brink.
The soothing 'plaint of the mourning dove Coalesced with jubilant notes from above That came from a thrasher's active throat. (Such a ribald air has the thrasher's note!)
In the quiet pools I cast my lure And breathed in the perfumed air so pure, That softly fanned my careworn brow. The PAST slipped by and I lived in the NOW.
Thus, ever, the NOW has a joy to give As spice for the hum-drum life we live If we but heed the proffered gift Our cares dissolve and are set adrift.
Did I catch the fish I went to get? Not a one did I snare. All are swimming yet. But the Unknown spoke His soothing words To my open heart, through the mouths of birds.